[menacing music playing]
-[crying]
-Punish me!
-No!
-[whip cracks]
-[screams]
-[gasps]
[breathing heavily]
[distant explosions]
[men shouting distantly]
[groans]
[insect buzzing]
[buzzing stops]
[sighs]
[distant explosions
and shouting continuous]
[cell door opens]
[guard] On your feet, convict.
The CO wants to speak with you.
[dramatic music playing]
[horse whinnies]
[soldiers shouting]
[g*nf*re]
Thank you.
Private, I'm Colonel Havers.
This is General Craven.
I understand
you used to be a sl*ve.
So was most men
in my company.
Most of the men in your company
didn't escape
from the Boston mountains.
Most of the men in my company
are dead.
[Colonel Havers] What do you
know about Fort Defiance?
Just things I heard.
It's central to Confederate
supply of coal and quartz.
Near the top of Mount Stoker
on the border
of Indian territory.
[General Craven]
And it's got g*ns.
Twenty-inch behemoths
pointed right at us,
with a hell of a range.
We want you to lead
an expedition into the fort,
destroy the g*ns
and everything in there
before we reach Fort Gibson.
Why me?
[Colonel Havers]
Because you know the area.
That quartz mine
that you escaped from...
it's only six miles away.
Excuse me, sir.
Ain't no way we
can infiltrate that fort
and escape there
with our lives.
[General Craven] What I hold
in my hand is a pardon
from President Lincoln,
absolving you of all charges,
that should you complete
the mission,
you and your men will be given
your 40 acres,
as promised
to all emancipated sl*ves.
Promising ain't giving.
And in this hand,
something that I signed.
That you and your team
will be put to death
for striking an officer
and showing cowardice
in the face of the enemy.
My men had nothing to do
with that, and you know it.
That is "sir," boy!
I will hang you filthy
Black son of a b*tches
from the highest tree
until you rot,
so help me God.
[sucks teeth]
[Colonel Havers]
You can walk out of here
with the promise of freedom...
and a chance to toil
your own land.
Or you and your men
can be put in the land,
six feet under.
[General Craven] Your choice.
Well...
since y'alls got it
all figured out...
I might as well volunteer, then.
Sir.
[General Craven]
You understand,
you or any of your boys
try and run,
we will hunt you down
and we will k*ll you.
[dramatic music playing]
[distant g*nf*re]
[insect buzzing]
Ah!
[birds cawing]
What do we have, Skip?
Should be...
somewhere around...
here.
What you mean,
somewhere around here?
-If we lost, just say we lost.
-We ain't lost.
You don't know where exactly.
Could be anywhere
within five miles.
[Abe] Watch your tone,
Washington.
He might be leading us
into Rebel country
and he's already f*cking up,
why don't you watch that, Abe?
[Abe]
I said watch your mouth, boy.
[Washington] f*ck them stripes!
-[Cuffy] Hey!
-This don't concern you none.
Just back off, man.
I'm warning you.
Get your finger out of my face.
[Washington]
I said back the f*ck up, Cuffy.
-[Cuffy] What you wanna do?
-[Washington] Hey, Sarge.
-Enough!
-[Cuffy] Sarge, let me get him.
Cuffy, stand down.
Now you care
about them stripes, huh?
Y'alls meant to be free,
but you're still sl*ves
up in your minds.
f*ck this sh*t detail.
Hey, are you scared?
Six Black men
in Confederate country.
You g*dd*mn right I'm scared.
-You'd be fool not to be.
-Hmm.
How come we going
on this sh*t detail anyway?
-'Cause the man says so.
-That's right.
I heard about this fort.
Men be scalped
and tortured to death in there.
They say no one
ever go in and come out alive.
That the devil hisself
is too afraid to go near there.
Now you know
why we got this sh*t detail.
Come on, move out. This way.
[ominous music playing]
[water burbling]
[crow cawing]
And the Lord Jesus wept.
[chicken clucking]
[wings flapping]
[Washington] g*dd*mn.
They even k*lled the dog.
Our boys do this?
They ain't our boys.
[Stevens] What the hell
are Yankees doing out
this far south?
[Barabbas]
Abe...
bring her over here.
What happened here?
[cries]
They come, they try
to steal everything.
They take our food, our silver.
They beat Miss Lucy.
Took advantage of her.
She tried to fight back.
And Mr. Enoch,
he come try to save her.
And he k*lled
that son of a b*tch with a fork.
-Hey, we got a live one here.
-Ah, sh*t.
An Indian?
What's your name?
You ain't gonna get sh*t
out of her.
What is your name?
Tsula.
What happened
to these soldiers here?
Bad men.
k*lled Onacona and her masters.
I hid in the shed, but I thought
for sure they'd find me.
Is that Onacona?
We came to barter goods.
[woman] They got scared.
Scared? About what?
Confederates?
Something in them woods.
Bad juju.
Hold on, what you mean
by bad juju?
In them woods,
bad juju come at night.
Silly superstitions.
What you mean,
bad juju come at night?
The devil come and take you.
I don't know, Skip.
Ain't nothing out here.
We should get going.
What about them?
What about them?
We can't just leave them.
Take them with us?
Are you insane?
Don't be thick
in front of me, Abe.
You, here.
That way's Indian territory.
Follow the trail down,
that'll take you right
into Cherokee country.
-If the Confederates find her?
-Not our problem, Stevens.
Now get your sh*t and fall in.
It's the right
thing to do, Skip.
I don't give a sh*t!
We got a job to do.
Now, all y'all pick up your gear
and let's go.
Please don't leave us here.
Listen...
I would like to help you.
I really would.
But I can't.
I'm sorry.
Follow the trail down.
-That way.
-[snaps fingers]
You'll be fine.
Move out!
Look here, young lady.
I would like to give you this
for good luck.
Now, I know you Indians
have your own god,
but the one true God is our
Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
-He will protect you.
-Jesus Christ, Stevens.
At night, stay inside
and light them fires.
Watch out for them treetops.
[disturbing music playing]
You check them trees for snakes?
The only snake
I got to worry about
is the one in my hand,
Brother Hap.
Why is we out here
so f*cking early?
It's recon, buddy. It's recon.
'Cause the boss man say so.
What the boss man wants...
[chuckles]
...the boss man's gonna get.
Are y'all finished?
Hey, boss. Them Yankees...
Mm-hmm. Circle left.
[dramatic music playing]
[inhales sharply]
[exhales]
You got coloreds in blue.
[exhales]
Coloreds in uniform.
What the hell is next?
Coloreds with a g*n
against your head, m*therf*cker.
That's what's next.
-Where's the rest of your squad?
-I'm alone.
-Bullshit.
-Man,
let me cut this cr*cker's neck
open like a chicken,
we can get out of here.
Let's take him to Skip.
Up. Slow.
Hey.
[dramatic music playing]
Skip's right.
Found another one
up on that ledge.
Sit him down over there
and see what we can
get out of him.
Why? What's he gonna know?
Plans, Washington.
Ever heard of them?
-I thought we was on a mission.
-We are, Washington.
He is in uniform.
Fool, you is dumber
than I think you think I am,
and much dumber than you think
I think you are.
You think they'd treat us
like some captured soldiers?
God does not want us
to be like them.
[scoffs] Boy...
they'd swing your Black a*s
from a tree for fun.
-[g*nsh*t]
-All right, boys!
Fun's over!
Drop them r*fles.
Drop them, he said.
Nice and slow, g*dd*mn it.
Nice and slow.
Excuse me, sir.
How does one
drop something slow?
[gasps and groans]
[body thuds]
-That's how.
-[chuckles]
Anybody else got any sass?
What regiment you from, boy?
First Kansas
Colored Infantry, sir.
Army of the Frontier.
-Y'all deserters?
-That's right.
[grunts]
No one asked you
a g*dd*mn thing.
Whoo! This one ran before!
-Get up.
-[Hap] Is that right?
Well, look at you.
You's a big'un, ain't you?
Tell me something,
where you run from, boy?
Sweet Tree, Louisiana.
Sweet Tree, Louisiana.
That's mighty far for a sack
of sh*t like you to run.
How you make it out this way?
Easy.
Every step I took,
I knew I was one step closer
from k*lling one of you
cr*cker m*therf*ckers.
[all laugh]
[Hap] g*dd*mn.
Oh, you got sass.
I do.
Bet you got a lot more
where that came from.
Thing is,
we don't like sass.
No, we don't.
That's why sl*ve boys like you
need to be hanging.
And me, I'm a hangman.
That's what I do.
And I'm fixing to hang you.
[grunting]
Don't you move.
Stand right there.
Whoo! Up, up you go.
-Up you go.
-[grunting]
[dramatic music playing]
Not so sass now, is you, boy?
Take your eyes off me.
Don't you move a muscle.
Just keep watching your friend.
You might be next.
Who wants to go next? You?
[suspenseful music playing]
[wheezes]
[yells]
Ah!
-[g*nsh*t]
-[man screams]
[gasps]
[both grunting]
[groans]
[grunting]
[suspenseful music playing]
-Ah!
-[muffled screaming]
How do you like that,
m*therf*cker?
-Ah!
-[flesh tearing]
[g*nsh*t]
Blunt.
[moaning]
-[Blunt] Barabbas?
-It's Abe.
-Let me see?
-Abe?
I'm okay. It's okay.
-I can make--
-[g*nsh*t]
Get his climbing gear
and put it in your pack.
Hey, Skip.
[panting]
Now, why didn't you k*ll him
on the ridge
when you had the chance?
I just-- Look,
I understand that, Skip--
I told you to take care of him.
Hey!
Where the hell was you?
Saving your asses.
How does it feel
to always be right?
Hey.
Being right is my business.
Let's go.
Let's go. Let's go.
[ominous music playing]
[wind gusting]
[crow cawing]
[Barabbas] Okay, with Blunt
and Stevens gone,
we got four men
to do a six-man job.
All right, in order, one...
rigging the g*ns
and blow 'em up.
[Barabbas] You climb
the outer wall here.
From there,
it's a straight sh**t
up to the g*ns
and the roof here.
Rig it with dynamite
and drop
the fuse line down to us.
Without Blunt, you're gonna
have to go it alone.
If I can fit,
it shouldn't be a problem.
You'll fit. Two...
Cut the telegraph wire
so they can't send for help,
alert the Army of sabotage.
-But that was Steven's job.
-Now it's yours.
-What are you gonna do?
-Your job.
Three, rig the foundation
and exits.
Make sure no one
leaves the fort alive.
We both go in here
through the coal cellar,
except now you go here
and cut the telegraph wires.
-Got it.
-And what about me?
Four, stay on the perimeter
and rig the expl*sives.
Blow 'em sky-high
any given time,
whether we're out of there
or not.
g*ns in the buildings
need two people each.
Well, they're both dead, Abe.
It's gonna be tight,
but we can still do it
as long as we--
What the hell is she doing here?
I'm sorry. I followed you.
Who said you could come?
We're going deeper
into these woods,
to a Confederate fort,
and we ain't leaving
till we done
what we came here to do.
I hear you.
But I still prefer my chanced
with you than without.
You look hungry.
You know, apples are all
well and good, but...
there's nothing like
a good piece of meat.
Wouldn't you agree?
You know I like rabbit.
[laughs]
[unsettling music playing]
I, uh, never met no one
called Barabbas before.
It's biblical.
Barabbas was a sl*ve, wasn't he?
Wait.
Thief.
Got spared in place of Jesus.
Perhaps my mother hoped
I'd be spared.
Except she forgot there
ain't no such thing as mercy
in this world.
Not for no n*gro, anyhow.
How'd a man like you
end up in the Army?
I was drafted.
And you?
I volunteered.
No.
I meant, what's your story?
What's my story?
Same as any other sl*ve.
No better, no worse.
[screaming and sobbing]
Please, sir, please!
She's with child.
Shut up!
No! Punish me!
-[whip cracks]
-[cries]
Oh, sir, please have mercy
on her child!
[wails]
This is gonna hurt you...
[grunts]
[chuckles]
...a lot more
than it's gonna hurt me.
-[sizzles]
-[screams]
[groans]
And your woman,
unfortunately...
she didn't make it.
[gasps]
[Barabbas groans]
[growls]
Listen, if you hadn't
lied to me
on whether or not
you had rabbit in your blood...
perhaps this wouldn't
be happening to you at all.
-[grunts]
-sh*t happens, you know.
[laughs]
[owl hooting]
[crow cawing]
[Abe]
Hey, where'd you get those?
Came from that tree
over there.
[Abe] Judas tree.
Supposed to be the tree
Judas hung himself on.
His blood turned
all the white flowers pink.
Or so they say.
Question is,
what was Judas doing
hanging himself in America?
[laughs]
We call it the eastern rosebud.
It's said to ward off
evil spirits.
Maybe you should give them
to Cuffy, then.
We believe that for every poison
and evil in the world,
there's a plant counterpart.
[Barabbas]
That's a nice thought.
You don't believe that?
No. I do not.
Ooh.
Hope y'all filled
your canteens already.
[Abe] Oh, Christ, Washington.
[laughs]
Oh, sh*t!
Good God.
Yeah, like a wolf
done got to him.
No. No wolf did this.
A wolf doesn't go for your neck
and leave the rest of you.
There's no bites anywhere.
No scratches.
The thing tore
its f*cking throat out.
Well, if a wolf attacked you,
wouldn't you fight it off?
[Abe] So, what the hell
did that to him, then?
I don't know.
Maybe he got bit
and fell off the cliff.
Wolves didn't have a chance
to finish him off.
What the hell's a Yankee
doing this far out here?
Hell if I know.
I think it was a wolf.
[Barabbas]
Break's over. Come on.
[foreboding music playing]
[owl hooting]
-[coughing]
-[Barabbas] Come on.
[panting]
Are you all right?
I'll be fine.
Come on, get off your asses.
Skip thought she was gonna be
holding our asses up.
Yeah, that's before either of us
knew she was part goat.
Get your old a*s up.
Come on.
Before Skip rips
my damn arm off.
[birds squawk]
[ominous music playing]
[chirping]
[all squeaking]
See them lights?
That's where we're heading?
You know it?
No.
Bad things happen
in them woods.
This again.
Everybody here knows
them woods is cursed.
It's bad juju.
Man is not meant
to go there.
And yet, man built hisself
a whole fort right there.
I reckon we got ourselves
another three hours' hike
if we don't run
into any more problems.
Where's Abe?
Abe!
He was just behind me.
I pulled him off a tree
five minutes ago.
Where the hell is Abe?
[Cuffy] Hey!
Find him.
Sweep pattern,
double back 50 meters.
-I'll help.
-Don't get lost.
Let's go.
Abe.
Rossmore, where you at?
I don't know if Abe were here.
[sniffs]
Abe.
Hey!
[ominous music playing]
You found something?
I found his g*n.
And the boot marks, they...
They end here.
What do you mean, they end?
I don't know.
I can't explain it, Skip.
It's like... he vanished
in the trees.
-Vanished?
-Yeah.
That's not good enough,
Corporal.
I want him found now.
[Tsula screams]
Hold on. Hold on.
Oh, no.
Ah, it's okay.
-[wheezing]
-Oh, no.
Oh! Oh!
[gasps]
Shh, shh, shh. Okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
[shushing]
[gasping stops]
[Washington] f*ck.
[Cuffy] So, what the hell
did that to him?
[Barabbas] Abe was with me
the first day I joined the Army.
We fought together
at Fort Hudson in '62.
And then again
at Tulip Springs.
He had a son.
Now we another man dead.
Leaves three to do
what was a six-man job.
We keep moving.
The g*ns are the most
important part,
and we got more than enough men
to blow those up.
Where's his bag?
Where the hell is it?
[Cuffy] He had
the grappling hook in it, Skip.
[laughs] Great.
That's just f*cking great.
How are we gonna
climb that roof now?
Come on, Washington.
This whole operation is f*cked.
-[Barabbas] We can still do it.
-Bullshit we can.
g*ns? Telegraph, foundation,
buildings' exits?
Even doubling up, we're short.
What about her?
Are you f*cking kidding me?
Why not? She can replace Abe.
-You know how to read a clock?
-Yes.
See? She can read a clock,
same as Stevens, Abe,
or whoever.
He got a point, Skip.
You're insane.
f*ck you
and this whole mission.
Come on, Washington.
-[Washington] I'm out of here.
-No, you ain't.
Freedom's all well and good,
but it ain't worth sh*t
if you're dead.
You ain't going nowhere.
m*therf*cker, is you blind?
You think them other Yankees
were a coincidence?
We're the B team.
The A team already
ended up dead.
[Barabbas]
You ain't going nowhere.
-Skip.
-You make another move
toward them woods,
and I'll k*ll you.
You pointing your g*n at me?
You pointing your g*n at me?!
Take one step in that direction,
I'll put one
in your f*cking skull.
Come on, Skip.
Ain't no one quitting
this g*dd*mn detail!
You hear me?
We're gonna show all
those m*therf*ckers,
General Cravens, Havers,
whoever...
that we not only as good
as any sons of b*tches
in this man's army...
but we're better than them!
We're better than them.
Now, I wants my 40 acres.
And I'm gonna get it.
[whispers] Hey.
You really think
he would have k*lled me?
Don't ask me.
Ask Blunt.
That son of a b*tch.
[discordant music playing]
There's a couple
on the far end.
No one's in the watchtowers.
They're not expecting anyone
this time of night.
Wait a minute.
There's a squad leaving
to go on patrol.
Go on patrol? On foot?
Yeah, they're leaving.
Why are they going
on patrol now?
Hell, I wouldn't know,
but sometimes,
luck is the best plan of all.
Those towers lead
to where the g*ns are.
They're the only way up
without ropes.
The towers?
In the fort? With Rebels?
I'm afraid so.
Stairs are better
for climbing anyway.
Me and Tsula
will deal with booby-trapping
the foundations and exits.
Washington,
you're on wire-cutting duty,
same as before.
What's the matter with you?
Nothing a shot of whiskey
and a lady won't cure.
Let's move out.
[grunts]
[menacing music playing]
[Washington]
What the f*ck is this place?
Oh, man.
I ain't signed up for this sh*t.
Keep your voice down.
What the hell
have you gotten us into?
Is he alive?
I don't think so.
[Washington breathing heavily]
Oh, man.
I don't feel too good.
Get your sh*t together,
Washington.
Skip, this ain't no
regular fort.
We shouldn't have come here.
[yells]
[coughing and gagging]
[coughs]
[breathing heavily]
Who the hell are you?
[panting]
Name's Williams.
Lieutenant James Williams.
Army of the Frontier.
First Kansas Colored Infantry.
What are you doing
down here, sir?
[Lt. Williams] Recon mission.
All dead.
Every one.
k*lled by those f*cking animals
in there.
[Williams gasping and coughing]
I know you.
You in Gardner Squad.
-What's that?
-It's an elite tactical squad.
You're not saboteurs.
You're assassins.
Assassins?
What the hell went on
down here?
Guys, seriously.
[gasps] There's something wrong.
There ain't nothing wrong.
They captured us downriver
and kept us alive.
[Barabbas] What for?
They never interrogated us
or nothing.
They just tortured us.
Did it like it was some kind
of ritual or something.
Ritual?
Hang you upside down...
and pierce your neck
with a Liston knife.
Real precise-like.
Not enough to k*ll you.
Just enough to drain your blood.
They collected in buckets.
[Washington breathing shakily]
-[groans]
-See?
[screams]
[intense music playing]
Washington, what the f*ck
is wrong with you?
Get off him! Get off him!
[gurgling]
[yells]
[g*n clicks]
[suspenseful music playing]
[grunts]
[g*nshots]
What the f*ck got into him?
[Cuffy coughing and panting]
Come on.
[grunts]
What the f*ck was that, Skip?
He's a hustradu.
The who-the who?
The hustradu.
They're evil spirits
that haunt by night
and feed on your blood.
That's what that girl
was talking about, Skip.
[Barabbas] Evil spirits.
Keep your g*dd*mn
superstitions outside.
Did you see the teeth
on this m*therf*cker?
It was bigger than him.
And, Skip, his eyes, they...
This sh*t ain't right, Skip.
We got to get the f*ck
out of here.
[g*ns c*ck]
Maybe it was a draft.
[intense music playing]
[yells]
Feeding time.
Feed on this.
Ow.
[panting]
Hey!
[yells]
[gags and wheezes]
[Barabbas] Oh, sh*t.
[Tsula] Well, that worked.
[sighs]
All right.
Lay that on me again
about them evil spirits.
And tell me everything you know.
[ominous music playing]
[Tsula] The hustradu
are ancient spirits
that came over from Europe
with the white skins
some 300 years ago.
Legends speak of ships
reaching the ports up north
and in New Orleans with nothing
but rats surviving the journey.
They say they can take on
many forms,
shifting their shape
or playing with light.
But their spirit animal
is a bat.
And like a bat,
they can only travel by night.
And how exactly did this bat
get into Washington?
They have to infect you
with their poison like a snake.
[screams]
[Tsula] And when they do,
you don't enter
into the spirit land
beyond the grave,
but walk forever
between the winds.
Sounds like a g*dd*mn mosquito.
What's that mean,
"walk between the winds"?
It means you're stuck here,
undead.
Rejected by God.
In Creole,
we called it "lougarou."
Skip...
I think we should abort
this mission.
Maybe.
[Cuffy] Maybe ain't a yes.
And there's nothing
in our w*r papers
say we gotta take on
some g*dd*mn devil army.
We still got a mission to run.
You're right, they ain't paying
us for evil spirits.
They're paying us to blow up
them g*ns.
Are they?
Or was this some type of ruse
to get us up here?
And do you think they knew
these m*therf*cking crazy things
was up here?
Well, it don't make
no difference now, Cuffy.
I can cut the telegraph wires
if you show me where they are.
Okay.
Everyone whittle down a stick,
just in case.
And what do we do if there's
a whole bunch of those things
still out there?
Then...
we k*ll them all.
[suspenseful music playing]
[wind gusting]
Big m*therf*cker.
Holy sh*t.
[ominous music playing]
[breathing heavily]
-[creature roars]
-Ah!
[bats squealing]
[eerie music playing]
[creature roars]
Skip!
-[creature roaring]
-[voice chuckles evilly]
[grunts]
Knock, knock.
[cackles]
-[latch bolts]
-[grunts]
Let me in!
[laughing continuous]
-[pounding on door]
-[grunting]
[cackling]
g*dd*mn!
[pounding on door]
I'm gonna rip off
your f*cking skin
and wear it as a f*cking--
-[yells]
-[gasps]
[gagging and wheezing]
Well, looky here.
Oh, sh*t.
[both grunting]
Where are you going, boy?
Surprised to see me?
[grunts and gasps]
[yells]
Thought you left us for dead.
Didn't you, boy?
So why are we here?
Why are we here?
[grunts]
[yells]
Why the f*ck we here?
[blade pierces]
I'm immortal, you dumb f*ck.
I've waited for a hundred years!
[panting]
Oh, are you trying
to hide from me, boy?
Skip.
-[gasps]
-[g*nsh*t]
-Where are you?
-[evil chuckle]
[gasps]
[screams]
[g*nshots]
m*therf*cker, come on!
[flesh pierces]
[snarling]
[yells]
[screams]
[ominous music playing]
[heavy breathing]
[shouting in foreign language]
Where are you?
Come out, come out.
Where the f*ck are you?!
Where are you?!
Right here, b*tch.
[both screaming]
[hissing]
What's this?
Huh.
[sighs]
k*lling folks
is thirsty business.
Yeah, you dead.
[menacing music playing]
What the f*ck?
[fire crackling]
Oh, gosh! It's me, it's me.
It's me.
[Barabbas]
This is where they sleep.
In coffins.
This one's been here 400 years.
We found their lair.
[dark music playing]
No, it's not safe down here.
We should go
before they find us.
[footsteps]
They already have.
You know if they take us alive,
they're gonna t*rture us,
bleed us and scalp us.
I know.
We can't let that happen.
I know.
[suspenseful music playing]
[footsteps]
Hello, Barabbas.
Been a long time.
Your man upstairs is dead.
Just like all the rest
of your men.
[laughs]
I gotta say, uh,
your plan was kind of
half-assed.
Yeah, well, plans tend to go
out the window
when you run into giant,
bloodsucking mosquito assholes.
I prefer the word "Nosferatu."
Sounds better, I don't know.
No, bloodsucking mosquito
assholes is just fine.
[laughs]
You like that one, do you?
That's close enough.
You gonna light that thing?
I said, that's close enough.
Go ahead. Blow us all up.
'Cause that's what's gonna
happen if you set that off.
Don't worry, I will.
When I get another match.
Before you do that,
I wonder if you're aware
of the fact that, uh,
your wife...
and your son...
are still alive.
[dramatic music playing]
My son?
Yeah, you're bluffing.
Swear to God.
Or maybe I am.
[chuckles]
f*ck you! You're bluffing!
Well, you know, there's some
things a man will bluff about,
but that ain't one of them.
-Don't listen to him.
-She died.
You k*lled her six years ago.
If you're right about that,
then maybe you should light that
little package and blow us up.
-[Tsula] He's lying!
-You don't have them.
Uh-uh, you don't have them.
What do you think
those w*r-torn soldiers
are gonna do to her if I'm not
around to protect her?
He's lying, Barabbas.
He'll say anything.
-[hissing]
-Come on! Blow him up!
Boom! [chuckles]
[Tsula] Come on, do it.
I can't take the chance.
Well, I can.
[g*nsh*t]
Wow.
g*ns.
[Quantrill laughs]
Hi there.
Boss Quantrill says
he wants to bleed you
day in and day out,
as long as possible.
Just keep you on the edge
of life.
[laughs]
I'd hate to be you.
You ever wonder
how you got the better of us?
Daylight.
And how'd you know that?
Y'alls is evil spirits
of the night.
Forever cursed to walk
between the winds.
Maybe weakened by the sun,
but that's a small price to pay
for immortality.
I should have cut
all your heads off
when I had the chance.
I reckon so.
But you didn't.
[laughs]
Why are you smiling?
Because in a minute,
I'm gonna be standing
over your headless corpse.
[scoffs] Well, that would be
quite the trick, boy.
And what makes you think that?
I do.
[screams]
[Barabbas] k*ll him!
Cut his throat!
Cut his throat!
Take his f*cking head off!
Take his f*cking head off!
Take his f*cking head off!
-[screaming]
-[blades slicing]
[Tsula panting]
What if they had
shot me again?
Or stabbed me just to make sure?
[sighs]
Then you'd be dead.
Go down to that hornet's nest
and burn every coffin you see.
And what are you gonna do?
Blow up them g*ns
once and for all.
But first...
I got an appointment with death.
[suspenseful music playing]
[grunting]
[shrieking]
[creature screaming]
[dramatic music playing]
Hey there, Barabbas.
Have you come here to k*ll me?
Mm-hmm.
I came here to send your a*s
to hell.
Yeah.
You know what hell is?
It's the inability
to dream.
You can't fathom
what that is like.
Even a dog can dream.
I haven't dreamed
in 400 years.
Boo-hoo. You expect me
to feel pity for you?
No, I don't expect you
to do anything.
Except maybe, um...
remember that I spared you
many years ago.
And your woman,
and your unborn son.
You ever wonder
why I did that?
You spared me?
Because of your name.
It's in the Bible, you know.
Spared by fate...
to achieve the purpose of God.
I figured if I did a good deed,
I might not have to spend
an eternity
swimming around
an ocean of blood,
and the endless nightmare
of not being able to dream.
[sighs]
But, you know...
[chuckles]
...no good deed...
goes unpunished.
[wheezes]
Well, let's get
this nightmare over, then.
[hisses]
[screams]
-[grunts]
-[hisses]
[laughs]
[intense music playing]
[gasps]
-[grunts]
-[hisses]
[whimpers]
I don't feel so good.
[grunts]
Barabbas! Barabbas!
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
[panting]
We believe that for every poison
and evil in the world,
there's a plant counterpart.
[croaks]
-You don't believe that?
-No. I do not.
Hold on, hold on, hold on.
All right, don't turn on me,
Barabbas.
It's gonna be okay.
It's gonna be okay.
Don't turn on me.
[Tsula breathing heavily]
-[groans]
-[sizzling]
[crackling]
[whimpers]
God!
God.
I thought you were
done for sure.
[groans]
Thanks.
[sighs]
You thought I was gonna
slow you down.
Oh...
Move out.
[both laugh]
[suspenseful music playing]
What the hell took you so long?
I had to get a light.
[chuckles]
[birds tweeting]
Surprised to see me?
I, uh...
I came to get my 40 acres.
-And my mule.
-Of course.
Did-- Um, did you...
blow up the g*ns?
The g*ns?
Sure, we blew up the g*ns.
[fly buzzing]
You don't mind, do you?
k*lling folks
is a thirsty business.
[sighs]
By the way...
I'm sure I don't
have to tell you
after what I've been through...
but if I see you
or any of your men
on my land...
heads will roll.
So that's it?
They're letting you go?
I did what I said I'd do.
So where are you
gonna go now?
Find my wife and my son.
You really think they're gonna
let you keep your land?
You really think
they're gonna let you?
You should come with me.
I can't.
This is where our journey
must end.
Maybe I'll see you around.
Maybe ain't yes.
You really think
he was telling the truth
about your wife
still being alive?
I do.
I never realized it before,
but now I know she's alive.
Somewhere.
My boy too.
How can you be sure?
Being sure is my business.
[eerie music swelling]
[Craven screams]
[chuckles]
[gentle acoustic music playing]
[dramatic music playing]
[unsettling music playing]
[suspenseful music playing]
[dramatic music playing]
[suspenseful music playing]
[gentle acoustic
guitar music playing]
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Resurrection Road (2025)
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